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Fifi's Perfect Prom
The bell in the Looniversity clock tower chimed the hour. From the clock-face sprung a mint-green toon Dodo bird.
"CUCKOO! CUCKOO! If you don't have a healthy lunch, you're deader than my species! CUCKOO!" announced Gogo before he spiraled down the tower and zipped through the halls. He bounced off several rows of lockers and the ceiling as he made his way to the cafeteria.
A trio of senior girls sat along one side of a long table. They consisted of a pink bunny wearing a yellow long sleeve shirt and a purple skirt, a white-feathered blonde loon in a tie-dyed shirt and acid washed jeans, and a purple skunkette in a green blouse and matching skirt.
"You ladies ready for the big shindig?" teased the rabbit, Babs. She nonchalantly nodded at the huge poster on the wall announcing their class's senior prom.
"Like totally," said the aquatic avian, Shirley the Loon. "Plucky's been making a big deal about FINALLY getting his driver's license, so we won't need his dad for a ride. What about you oh pink princess?"
Babs smirked as she tossed a carrot chip in her mouth. "Rest assured; Buster has been taking lessons so there won't be any 'misunderstandings' this time." She cracked her knuckles. "Yes siree, Babsy's Ballroom Bootcamp saw to that!"
She then looked over at the silent skunkette. "What about you, Feef? You must have snagged some lucky schmuck by now!"
Said skunkette, Fifi la Fume, merely shook her head. "Le sigh, non. Most boys are still terrified of ze stripe," she said. She flopped her voluminous tail over her shoulder and grimaced at the bold white stripe cutting through the purple fur covering most of her body. "If it's not zhat, all zhey want to do is talk to zhese!" Fifi huffed while cupping the swell of her chest.
"Gah, I know what you mean," said Shirley. "And I thought Plucky was annoying before..."
"The downsides to puberty!" laughed Babs. She hopped onto the table and lay out like a swimsuit model. Her ran her hand along her own curvaceous frame. "Carrots ARE a girl's best friend!" she purred in a husky voice before returning to her seat. Her friends let out a series of giggles.
"Okay if we join you babes?" said a green mallard wearing a white tank-top and jeans. Next to him was a blue male rabbit wearing a letterman jacket, a red shirt, and tan slacks. Both were carrying trays of food.
The three ladies nodded and the boys sat on the other side of the table. The blue rabbit nodded towards the pouting, purple polecat.
"What's got you down, Fifi? The big dance is coming up and then graduation! The next few weeks will be Party Central!" he said, trying to lighten his friend's mood.
"Bad timing, Buster," Babs reprimanded him. She thumbed to the bottom of the poster on the wall. In bold letters read COUPLES ONLY. No Singles.
Buster blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry..." he muttered in embarrassment.
"This wouldn't be a big deal if you and Hammy stayed together," grumbled Plucky.
Everyone gasped at the duck's blasé tone. "Like, staple your beak shut, Pluck or I'll do it for you, or some junk!" snarled Shirley.
"What? It was great, the six of us hanging out together made it so easy!" he argued.
"We decided we were better as just friends," explained Fifi. "Seriously, how often were we together by ourselves? We just didn't have ze chemistry of Babs and Buster or vous and Shirley," Fifi sighed sadly.
"Like nitro in a blender, fer sure..." sassed the loon, under her breath.
"Well, what about that new roomie of yours? You seemed pretty into him," offered Buster.
Fifi's white furred cheeks turned red. "Zhat... zhat was an accident!" she sputtered.
Babs grinned. "Oh, so Furrball's nice enough to bunk with, but without a stripe down his back he's a total dork?" she teased.
"H-he's too much of a fraidy cat!" Fifi argued. "Besides, I'm just helping a fellow toon. What was I supposed to do? Let him starve to death on the street?!"
"What about Calamity? He could use a distraction from chasing that damned bird around town," said Plucky.
"Uhhhh... Plucky, honey? Like, WE'RE birds, too," Shirley groaned.
"Non, non. He is too much... how you say, 'ze big nerd'. I couldn't..." Fifi kept her blush and mentally kicked herself. There was nothing really wrong with Calamity, appearance-wise. He and Furrball were both fairly attractive males. "Is zhat all it takes to get moi's motor running? A white strip of fur?" she thought. The irony that one of the worse people she ever met was a member of her own species wasn't lost on the French beauty.
"Man, you stank-weasels have some pretty high standards!" snarked Plucky.
Fifi's purple eyes turned red. She slammed her open hands on the table and stood up, glaring at the green duck. "En garde, canard!" she yelled. She leapt onto the table; her tail flared in agitation.
Buster, Babs, and Shirley donned gas masks and dove for cover. Seconds later, the double-doors of the cafeteria exploded off their hinges. Students scrambled for fresh air as an enormous cloud of green musk filled the dining area and wafted through the halls.
From the chaos strode Fifi. Her tail waved from side to side while a satisfied grin spread across her muzzle. She went to find a more private place to eat and think how to spend her evening.
In another part of the school, Porky Pig was talking to two students in the Music Room. One was a blue male cat with a chewed ear wearing a scruffy and stained t-shirt and jeans. A strip of white bandages was tied near the tip of his tail. Sitting next to him was a tiny mouse wearing a sky-blue shirt and tan shorts. The cat was adjusting the strings of a violin while the mouse tested the valves of his trumpet.
"N-n-Not b-b-b... Good work, you two," Porky said. "You're both im-im... getting better! K-keep this up and y-you'll both wow them at the end of the y-year concert."
"Thank you, Mr. Pig," piped the mouse. The cat simply smiled and nodded.
"W-w-well, you t-two enjoy l-l-lun... take five. I n-need to check s-something in my o-office." The pig left the room and the remaining toons immediately pulled out their lunches. The mouse had an oversized metal lunchbox while the cat had a brown paper bag.
"You must be excited for the big dance, ain'tcha, Furrball?" the mouse, Sneezer, laughed. From his lunchbox he pulled several large wedges of cheese and a set of salt and pepper shakers.
"Not my thing, kiddo," the cat replied casually. He took a large bite from his tuna sandwich and purred. His stomach rumbled in appreciation and his tail flipped up and down.
"Why not? Aren't there any pretty girls you want to take?" Sneezer asked. "You spend an awful lot of time with Ms. Fifi! Didn't you ask her first?"
Furrball sputtered and choked on his food. "COUGH! COUGH! It's not like that, Sneezer! We're just friends!" He yanked a thermos from his lunch bag and gulped down a mouthful of milk.
Sneezer blinked in confusion. "So? Don't friends go to dances together? And this is gonna be the last big thing before you graduate and leave me behind!" he pouted.
The blue feline's panicked expression softened and he patted the little mouse on the head. "Awww, don't say that, Sneezer. We'll still hang out," he assured his companion.
Once Furrball gained a steady diet, he no longer felt any instinctual desire to munch his classmate. They had long since buried the hatchet and became good friends. If only a certain pink feathered hellion would be as forgiving...
The cat continued talking. "It's not like I wouldn't WANT to go. It's just, I've spent so much time dealing with other things, I haven't had time to get ready."
Sneezer tilted his head. "Like what?" he queried.
Suddenly, the door of the Music Room burst open and a human teenager leapt into the room. She was wearing a green shirt and a white skirt. A bow with a tiny animal skull in the middle rested atop her mass of red hair. Furrball's eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks. His ears drooped. His blue fur turned white.
"There's my kitty-witty!" the girl yelled in a piercing voice. "Come on, Elmyra needs a new fur coat to impress her Monty-Wonty for the Prom!" From her back, she pulled out a gleaming pair of razor-sharp scissors.
Furrball's eyes shot around the room, looking for either escape or concealment. He sprang from his chair and dove into a pile of instrument cases. Elmyra rushed after the terrified pussycat. Her foot caught on a sheet music stand and she went sprawling next to the seated Sneezer. Her flailing arm knocked over the pepper shaker, sending a dark cloud of seasoning into the mouse's face.
Elmyra pushed herself up to her hands and knees. She was facing Sneezer as his black nose began to twitch. Furrball's head briefly popped up from his hiding place. His panic grew ten-fold. He dug around before yanking up a Desert Storm-era military helmet, putting it on his head, and burying himself deeper into the pile.
"Ah... AH... AHHHH... CHOOOOOOO!" The whole room shook as a gale-force wind exploded from Sneezer. Furrball waited for the ringing in his ears to fade before he peaked his head up again.
The room was a mess with music sheets floating in the air, chairs overturned, several ruined light fixtures, and most of the band equipment twisted and broken in pieces on the floor. One wall now featured the ragged outline of Elmyra spread eagle from taking a point-blank blast from the mouse's nasal cavity. Several walls beyond bore the pattern as well.
"Bless me..." apologized Sneezer as he wiped his nose with a napkin.
"Think Taz has any spare tuxes left?" Furrball asked out loud.
The gymnasium was a flutter of activity as toons and humans went about decorating the space for the evening's festivities. Cray paper and streamers hung everywhere. A group of students worked on painting signs and cutting more paper décor. Elsewhere, another group studied a floorplan to determine the dance floor and the seating area.
A lone toon coyote stood next to an industrial-sized tank of helium. He was filling various balloons with the gas and watching them float to the ceiling. Occasionally, he tied several together for a more colorful affect. He was so engrossed with his job, he failed to notice his ankle becoming entangled in the string of his latest group of balloons.
Calamity felt a firm tug on his foot. He had a moment to yelp as he was pulled a few inches off the hardwood. Suddenly, a swipe through the air separated him from the balloons and they floated by themselves up towards the rafters.
The grey canine plopped down on his back. Standing over him was a grinning African American woman holding a pair of pinking shears. Her purple tank top and blue jeans had splotches of paint on them and her dark hair was covered by a pink bandana. "You're not getting out of this one, Cal!" She smirked and held out her free hand.
Calamity smiled and took it. "Thanks, Mary," he said as he was pulled to his feet.
"You need to be more careful, Lab Partner," she teased. "The ceiling's not exactly the best place to get your groove on!" The two shared a laugh while Calamity dusted off his black slacks and white short-sleeved dress shirt. He double-checked his breast pocket to make sure the contents were still there.
"Not a big deal, Mary. I probably wasn't going to the dance anyway," he said.
Mary Melody frowned. "Aww c'mon, Cal! How many of the AP courses have you already aced? You won't NEED college at this rate!" she scolded in a pleasant tone.
He flashed a toothy grin. "There's no such thing as too much knowledge, Mary," he replied.
The dark-skinned woman shook her head and huffed. "Yeah, well, even Stephen Hawking got laid once and awhile, Cal," she snarked back.
Cal gave her a raised eyebrow. "What's this sudden interest in my social life?" he asked confusedly.
Mary crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't play stupid, Cal. It's one of the few things you suck at. Stop obsessing about school, inventing stuff, or trying to catch Beeper. You MIGHT actually have fun without the risk of getting blown to kingdom come for once," she said.
Calamity put his hand to his chin and considered her words for a moment. He gave her a playful smirk. "I don't suppose YOU'D be interested in joining me this evening," he offered.
Mary's face fell. "S-sorry, Cal. Jaleel already asked me..." she said apologetically.
The coyote's ears drooped. Mary spoke again, "Why not ask Fifi?" Before Calamity could make any more arguments, Mary waved her hand. "I've seen you at the basketball games, Partner. You come out to cheer me on, but your eyes follow her like a love-sick puppy. If nothing else, you can at least say you tried."
"I'm not a skunk, I'm a nerd," Cal explained. "Besides, Furrball's probably already asked her. It's not a big deal. I'm happy for them."
The young woman rolled her eyes. "How can one guy be so smart AND stupid at the same time?" she wondered to herself. "Do you KNOW he asked her? You two are like brothers. Hasn't he said anything about taking Fifi out? He doesn't talk ALOT but you'd think scoring a date with one of the hottest girls in our class, he'd be shouting it from the rooftops," Mary argued back.
Cal's ears twitched and sprung up. That was true. For the last few days, his feline friend hadn't said anything about the Prom, let alone Fifi! Memories of their last conversation flowed through Calamity's head.
He was in the Science Lab, working on one of his numerous experiments when Furrball came skittering into the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and stood in front of his coyote buddy.
"HIDE ME!" he hissed to the confused canine. The terrified toon looked from side to side in a panic. He grabbed Calamity by the lapels of his lab coat and shook him. "Shrink me! Turn me invisible! Send me back to the Jurassic! Hell, send me to Pluto! Just hide me!" he begged.
Calamity's head bobbled for a moment, then he pointed to a space under the lab table. Furrball hugged him then dove for cover.
"What is the name of Freleng...?" Calamity started to say before the lab door burst open. The various glass chemistry kits all rattled, dangerously. Elmyra was standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Puppy-Wuppy, have you seen my little kitty-witty? We have to talk about his fitting for the Prom!" the human girl panted, almost out of breath. In her hands were a bowie knife and a length of tape measure.
Calamity's finger shot out towards the window. Elmyra proceeded to make a bee-line in the direction he was pointing and leapt through the pane of glass. A loud scream and a crashing sound quickly followed.
The coyote blinked at the broken window and then chuckled. "Did I forget to mention we were four floors up? Nah. I'm sure she'll have figured it out."
A pair of pointed blue ears rose from under the table. "Thanks, Cal!" the cat whispered. "Hey, any chance I can hide here till graduation?"
"So," said Mary, bringing Calamity back to the present. "Sounds like you have a chance, Cal. C'mon, just ONCE think with something besides your brain and your stomach."
Calamity chuckled. "You mean my heart? Thought you were above that mentality with anatomy, Mary."
She lightly punched his shoulder. "Hardy-har-har, dork. I was thinking that or Cal Jr. HE might want to have a say for once too!" she laughed.
The coyote blushed heavily and his jaw hung open in shock as Mary's boldness. "I... I still have to finish..." he sputtered while looking over at the bags of balloons still waiting for inflation.
Mary smirked, grabbed him by the shoulders, and aimed Calamity at the double-doors of the gym. "I'll cover for you. Get out of here and don't come back until you've scored yourself a date!" she hissed in his ear and pushed him forward.
Calamity nodded in appreciation. His legs spun in place for a minute, then he zoomed out of the gym. Mary smiled and coughed from the dust trail he left behind.
Fifi sat on the bottom row of a bleacher overlooking the soccer field. Most of the teams practicing had run for the hills as she walked by. She was still seething with anger, so her scent had been particularly strong. She had managed to pluck one lone flower before the rest wilted from the musk rising from her tail.
The skunkette took a few deep breathes and calmed down. The putrid smell slowly dissipated. Her purple eyes were focused on the flower in her outstretched hand. Slowly, she began to pluck away the petals.
"Ze cat. Ze coyote. Ze cat. Ze coyote..." she mumbled with each pulled petal. Would either of them even WANT to go with her? Maybe they already had dates. Or made plans for a bros-night, since they were so close...
"Fifi, are you okay?" asked a soft voice. A pair of shadows fell over her and Fifi looked up in surprise. Both Furrball and Calamity were standing on the grass in front of her. They were both fidgeting and eyeing each other nervously.
She collected herself and hid the flower behind her back. "Oui, zhank vous. Moi am fine," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Can I help vous?" she asked to both sweating toons.
Calamity nodded towards Furrball. "You go first, my friend," he said to the cat.
"N-no, Cal. Y-you go..." the feline sputtered.
"Zut Alors!" exclaimed Fif. "Just ask moi what vous want already!"
"Will you go to the Prom with me?" the two males said in unison. The trio all gasped. Furrball rubbed the back of his neck while Calamity put his hands in his pockets and idly kicked the dirt with his trainer.
Fifi held her hands to her mouth, unsure how to respond. TWO boys wanted to take her to the dance. Her fluffy tail wagged in excitement.
"OUI! Moi with go with you!" she cried happily.
The cat and coyote both shared happy grins for a moment, then confusion set in. They looked at each other, then Fifi.
"Wh-which one of us did y-you mean, Fifi?" asked Cal. His finger swayed between himself and Furrball. Her answer could very well change everything between him and his blue-furred buddy. They were friends for so long, would it be ruined by them sharing the same crush?
"Both of you, silly nerd coyote!" Fifi yelled. She leapt to her feet and snagged both males in her arms. "Fifi's heart is big enough for two not-skunk hunks!" she laughed. She squeezed them both tight. A tear ran down her cheek.
Still utterly baffled, the two males patted her on the back. "A-are you sure, Fifi? I mean..." Furrball mumbled.
The polecat goddess eased her grip and kissed both males on their cheeks. "Moi means what she said!" Fifi laughed. "We are all friends, oui? I will not be a prize for vous to fight over! So, you will BOTH escort moi to ze dance and we will have ze times of our lives, oui?"
"Sure, Fif! Wh-whatever you want!" Cal agreed. His cheeks burned as red as his nose.
"You got it, Fifi! Th-this is a great idea!" Furrball replied.
"Zhank vous, Monsieur Cat. Now get out of here! We only have a few hours to get ready, all of us. I expect my dates to look as good as I do this evening." She pointed off to the side with a mischievous grin on her muzzle. The two males blushed, nodded and made a pair of streaks as they sped off to make the evening perfect for their date.
The sun was setting as Furrball and Calamity walked along the dirt path leading to the junked Cadillac that served as Fifi's home. Both were wearing black tuxedoes with long-sleeved white dress shirts. The only difference was that Furrball's bowtie and cummerbund were blue while Cal's were red.
The cat tugged at his collar. He wasn't used to formal wear, or any high-grade clothing, really.
"You look fine, Furrball. Relax!" Calamity said in encouragement. The coyote was trying his hardest to conceal a clear plastic box.
"Thanks, Cal. And thanks for letting me use your shower to clean up. Fifi said not to come home till we were ready. Something about not wanting to spoil 'the surprise'," Furrball replied. Calamity smiled and nodded. The two males stopped when they reached the dented side panel of the car. They looked around for any sign of Fifi. The lights were off in her car. Neither sets of ears heard any sounds from inside.
Together, their knuckles rapped on the pink passenger side door. Furrball and Calamity stepped back and waited. Internally they both trembled in anticipation. Neither had much experience with the dating scene and both questioned if they were up to the task of giving Fifi the evening she deserved. The side door opened, ending any further internal debate between the feline and canine suitors.
"Bonsoir, mes nobles chevaliers," cooed a soft voice. Furrball's and Calamity's eyes went wide as a red high-heeled shoe stepped out of the car, followed by a gorgeous leg covered in a sheer, white stocking.
The two males' jaws fell to the dirt with a loud clang as Fifi finished exiting the busted vehicle and stood before them. The purple polecat was wearing a bright red evening gown that clung to her hourglass frame like it had been painted on! It was held up by two thin red straps on her shoulders. The neckline was just high enough to tease the white fluff of her chest. Her arms were covered by long, white gloves that stopped just passed her elbows. Her hands rested in front of her waist. They held a small purse with spaghetti straps and held closed with a gold heart-shaped clasp. Cal and Furrball's eyes trailed lower, past her slim waist and wide hips. A slit up the side allowed her one leg to be free. Fifi's tailed curled around and the tip wagged upward.
Blushing, both Furrball and Calamity's roaming eyes rose to meet Fifi's face. Her head-fur had been freshly coiffed and stylized so it covered one of her lovely eyes, giving her a demure look. Her face was a masterpiece of make-up. Light mascara over her eyelids, long and curled eye-lashes, blush on her cheeks, and her lips shone with a dark red lipstick. From her round ears were a pair of sapphire earrings.
Fifi giggled and briefly spun in place, letting the pair get a full view of the goddess before them. The back of the dress was high. From a hole at her hips flowed her thick, voluminous tail. The white stripe gleamed in the fading sunlight. When she completed her spin, she placed her hands on her hips. "If looks could keel, moi would have ze Pet Sematary in ze back, eh?" she tittered.
Calamity and Furrball collected themselves. "We're not worthy!" they shouted together.
"Non! Do not bow or kneel!" cried Fifi! "Vous will muss up your wonderful tuxedos! Fifi wants her dates spick and span for ze evening!" She held out her hands, trying to prevent anything foolish from happening.
"S-sorry, Fifi," apologized Furrball. "You look amazing!"
"Indeed," followed Calamity. "Fifi, you are perfection personified! I almost feel silly for..." The canine held out the clear plastic box containing a corsage made of desert flowers.
Fifi beamed at the offering. "Mon dieu! Tres belles fleurs!" she said. She took the box from Calamity, opened it, and tied the flowers around her wrist. Once completed, she gave Calamity a playful peck on the cheek. The coyote felt his tongue loll from his mouth, and he wobbled in place. Fifi tossed the empty container into a nearby trash barrel in the corner of the junkyard.
Furrball looked on sadly. Fifi turned to him and smiled. "Do not be jealous, mon ami. Moi knows you are..." She was cut off when Furrball pulled out a large, red amaryllis flower from behind his back.
"It's... the best I could do," he said. "I wanted roses. Thought maybe they'd keep Elmyra away from you, but they were all sold out..." he mumbled.
Fifi choked up as she accepted the offering. "Does vous know what zhese flowers mean, Furrball?" she asked. She spun the flower in her delicate, gloved fingers.
The cat began to sweat. "I... I didn't just propose, did I?" he sputtered.
Fifi began to laugh as she put the flower in her hair so it rested against her ear. "No, no, silly kitty! Zhey mean 'pride, determination and radiant beauty'," she said, choking back tears. She stepped towards Furrball and kissed him on the tip of his black nose.
Furrball's light blue cheeks nearly turned purple. "W-well then, it's perfect for you, Fifi!" he said. His bandaged tail wagged happily.
Calamity smiled and rubbed his friend on the shoulder. "Told you she'd love it, buddy," the canine said.
Fifi sniffed and carefully thumbed away her tears. She wouldn't ruin her make-up so early in the evening. "I have something for both of vous as well," she said. She opened her purse and held out two purple boutonnières. She gracefully pinned each one to the left lapel of the boys' tuxedos. "Now everyone will know vous belong to Fifi tonight!" She laughed when the two puffed out their chests in pride.
Furrball brought the small flower to his nose and sniffed. A soft purr rumbled in his throat. His eyes briefly went skyward, anticipating a random piano squashing him flat. Something else caught his attention though. "Hey, this smells a little... off," he noted.
Fifi put her fingers to her lips and giggled. "Just a teensy bit of nip to help vous relax, mon ami." When Calamity started to questionably sniff his, the skunkette laughed louder. "Just Furrball's, Calamity! Moi knows it wouldn't work on vous!"
The two males smiled, stepped aside, bowed and held out their hands. "Your coach awaits, mademoiselle!" Calamity said. Parked outside of the junkyard was the coyote's pristine, 1993 black Mustang. He had purchased the car with money he earned from his first patent and he and Furrball had spent months restoring the vehicle for a possible summer road trip.
"Well, let's not waste any more time! Moi MUST be in bed by midnight!" Fifi giggled. Furrball and Calamity stood up and she looped her arms around theirs. As they walked to the car, all three's tails wagged happily.
Lights and music poured from the open double-doors of the Looniversity gymnasium. Students of all shapes and sizes rushed over to enter. Calamity parked the car and together, he and Furrball made for the passenger door to escort Fifi across the parking lot.
Fifi climbed out of the vehicle and once more looped her arms with her pair of paramours. "Now remember, I'm here with BOTH of vous, equally. There is to be no 'cats-and-dogs' fighting over Fifi," she impishly warned.
"I swear I'll be on my best behavior, Ms. La Fume," said Calamity. He gently nuzzled and sniffed at her purple head-fur. He growled from a light perfume wafting from the French female.
"Double for me. Sweetie herself couldn't tear me away from you," Furrball replied. He lightly kissed her burning cheek.
"And what da heck is dis?" asked a heavy Brooklyn accent. The trio looked to see Prof. Bugs Bunny decked out in a white tuxedo, standing in the doorway. He and Prof. Daffy were checking tickets.
"We are, how you say, here to boogie, Professeur Bugs!" chirped Fifi, a bright smile on her face.
Bugs crossed his arms. "Not sure what it's like in France, kiddos. But yer one toon over da limit."
Calamity spoke up, "Technically, sir, the adverts said 'no singles'. We're here together as a group so..."
"Wrong time to gain a voice box, Coyote," said Daffy as he strode over. The black feathered duck copied Bugs' stance, blocking the three from entering. "Go play lawyer ball somewhere else. There here's a respectable affair!" He angrily threw his thumb over his shoulder.
Suddenly; Plucky, wearing a red-stained tux, ran up and coughed up a football. "Yo, Mr. Daffy! Gogo spiked the punch again!"
The black mallard rolled his eyes. "Oh, fer the love of Avery!" he yelled and stomped into the gym, dragging Plucky with him. "If that blonde hippy chick of yours had another meltdown, you're BOTH goin' back to kindergarten!".
Bugs kept his stance. "Well, yer still one toon too many. Sorry, Shorties," he scolded.
"PAR-TAY!" yelled a new voice from behind the trio. A purple dust devil spun up to the grey hare. When it subsided, a purple Tasmanian Devil with mis-matched eyes stood with his tongue drooping on the ground. His outfit consisted of a t-shirt with a tux printed on the front and torn jeans. A busted lampshade was on his head.
"You three here to PAR-TAY?!" asked the drooling toon to Furrball, Fifi, and Calamity. They nodded, taken aback by his attire and attitude. "Dizzy too! Though Dizzy went other way than Baseball Buddy and Nerd! Girls ready to bust move?!" he called. Three voluptuous human women wearing low-cut cocktail dresses of different colors walked forward.
"You know it, you hunk of Tasmanian taffy!" the blonde in the middle said in a husky voice.
"Then let's go! Dizzy want fun with babes! Par-tay! Par-tay! PAR-TAY!" he yelled as he and his entourage walked past a slack-jawed Bugs.
"Vous were saying, Professeur?" asked an annoyed Fifi. Bugs continued to stare in the direction Dizzy and his dates had walked.
A cream colored she-rabbit in a sparkly red dress and purple gloves grabbed Bugs by the ear. "I'll take it from here, guys. You three have a nice time at the dance," said Coach Lola. She grumbled and dragged Bugs away from the door muttering about how he was in for a long night.
Fifi had never been so happy. Half the gym was staring at her with looks of either desire or jealousy. No one commented on her being a skunk and she had complete control through the night. She didn't even care that the title of Prom King and Queen went to Buster and Babs. She cheered and clapped just as loud as everyone else as the rabbits danced gracefully in the center of the gym.
There were a few snarks about her bringing two dates, but she ignored them. Furrball and Calamity both turned out to be excellent dancers, both with fast and slow songs. They hung so close to her every word and movement that she felt like royalty. For the final dance, she insisted the three of them waltz together. It was slightly awkward in terms of footwork, but she didn't care as she squeezed the two males and let them both nuzzle against her. There was only one thing nagging at her since Babs and Shirley brought it up when she went to powder her nose.
"Nice going, Feef," complemented Babs, leaning against a sink. "From none to two. But won't that get a little... weird later?"
"Gah, Babs! Like, don't be such a mondo-Philistine!" scolded the loon. "If Furrball and Calamity are into each other AND Fifi, more power to them, I say! Free love is like, all around us!"
Fifi blushed. "It... it's not like that! They're both straight as ze arrow!" she argued. "Least moi zhinks so..." she mumbled under her breath. "And besides, who says I HAVE to take either one to bed tonight?" she huffed.
Babs rolled her eyes. "Because it's our Senior Prom! It's like a tradition!" she giggled. "Don't freak out if there's a minor tremor later tonight. That'll just be me and Buster banging in the burrow!"
"Fer sure! Like, thank God Plucky actually cleaned out his backseat! I don't want ketchup stains on my ass again!"
"Well Moi has plans of her own after ze Prom!" announced Fifi.
"Like, nice, oh purple passionate one!" commented Shirley. "Your aura is giving off super-mondo vibes! Those boys totally won't know what hit 'em!"
"And if they do ANYTHING stupid, they'll certainly know tomorrow!" giggled Babs. The pink rabbit pulled a chainsaw from her purse and cheerfully revved it to life.
Furrball and Calamity were having similar thoughts to Fifi as the night wore on. Especially after a conversation with Montana Max at the refreshment table.
"So, which one of you losers is gonna nail that bitch later?" the human male slurred. Furrball's nose twitched. Seems the young bajillionaire had found a different way to spice up his night.
"I beg your pardon?" growled Calamity. His red nose sniffed his own cup of punch. No traces of alcohol, so Max was clearly keeping his stash to himself.
"Ya heard me, dweeb! She's French and she came with da two of you! That makes her a regular ho-bag, right? So, did you flip a coin to decide who plows that polecat? Or are you gonna takes turns humping her stank ass? Hell, she's such a whore, it probably WOULD take two of you pencil dicks to get her off." He nodded towards the blue feline. "You should know, fleabag. Must be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway down there! Am I right?" Monty cackled.
Furrball's ears went flat against his head. His eyes turned red. His claws slowly unsheathed. "Shut. Up," he said coldly and stepped forward. Calamity placed a hand on his friend's chest to hold him back.
"Don't, Furrball. Not here. Not now!" he said in a low voice. Though, his own eyes shot daggers at Monty. "Think of Fifi! Tonight is for her! Don't ruin it over this prick!" The coyote's words calmed the feline. He exhaled and nodded.
"Oh, so THAT's why you came here with that skank-skunk!" shouted Monty. "This dump wouldn't let two fags come to the dance, so you brought that slut along as cover! HAHAHAHAHA! Oh man, you gonna let her watch you two poke each other in the ass all night?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You got a problem with love, buddy?" growled a voice behind Monty. The human's laughing stopped and he slowly looked upward. Towering over him were a pair of enormous, muscular male toons. One was a bull, the other a ram.
"Think we need to bring this guy into the 21st century. What do you say, babe?" the bull asked his companion. The two yanked Monty into the air and carried him off.
"HEY! Put me down! You fruits get your hands off me! You can't do this to me! I'm rich! I'm a Republican! Go back to San Fransico!" he shouted as he was led away. The feline and canine smiled and toasted their punch.
Internally though, the two felt a small churning in their stomachs. Neither had planned for what to do after the dance. It would be entirely up to Fifi...
Calamity drove his friends back to their home in the junkyard. Furrball was in the backseat, dozing with a light purr coming from his throat. Fifi seemed to be daydreaming as she looked out the window.
"We're here," he said as he parked the car. Fifi smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Merci, Calamity," she said. She stretched in her seat. The coyote fought to not stare at her voluptuous frame moving in her dress. He looked over his shoulder.
"Furrball, time to go, pussy cat!" he called, rousing the other male awake.
"Already?" the cat asked groggily.
"Non, mes amis!"announced Fifi. She hopped from the car and started skipping towards the pink Cadillac in the middle of the junkyard. Furrball and Calamity stepped out and trailed behind.
The skunkette smiled and spun to face them. She waved her hands to call them quicker. "Come, come! Ze night is young and Fifi has something to share with you both!" She turned back around and pranced into her home. The two males eyed each other briefly and followed after her.
The interior of the car had been modified to resemble a small apartment. Pink, purple, and red furnishings were as far as the eye could see. Several potted flowers sat on ledges and a small bookshelf. The floor was carpeted. The backseat was covered in pillows and blankets, indicating that it served as the purple polecat's bed. At the far end of the car was a makeshift nest made of a single pillow and a plaid comforter. A curtain hanging from a rod stretched along the roof showed that this was how Fifi made space for Furrball to share her "house".
The cat and coyote both followed the sound of soft singing coming from Fifi's end of the Caddy. Next to her "bed" was a small mini-fridge. The pair of males stared hungrily as Fifi's tail swayed from side to side, giving them a full view of her dress clinging to her heart-shaped rear. The flowers they given her were resting together in a small vase.
"Aha!" Fifi cried in victory. She faced her guests while holding a bottle of champagne and three flute-style glasses. "Moi has been saying zhis for a special occasion!" she giggled. As if on cue, the cork shot upward and a bit of foam drizzled down the neck of the bottle. The boys could relate to that as they stared at the grinning goddess in front them.
She handed the boys a glass each, then pour them a decent amount of champagne. They waited as Fifi filled her own glass with the bubbly. The skunkette set the bottle down on a nearby bookshelf and raised her champagne flute.
"A la nôtre," Fifi said with a wide smile on her face. "Moi had ze most wonderful time!"
Furrball and Calamity brought their own glasses up and clinked them together with Fifi's.
"Glad to be of service, mademoiselle!" said Calamity.
"Thanks for taking us, Fifi. You're amazing!" followed Furrball. The trio took respective sips of the champagne. The boys trembled in place as Fifi giggled from the bubbles tickling her nose.
Her face suddenly fell. Her tail twitched nervously and she ran a fingertip over the rim of her wine glass. "C-can moi ask vous both something?" she asked pensively.
"Sure, Fifi. Anything!" Furrball answered.
"I-is something wrong? Did either of us..." Calamity inquired.
"Non, non!" she replied. "It's just... did vous ask me out because of pity?"
The two males were taken aback. "What?! No way, Fifi! We both wanted to take you because we really like you!" Furrball argued. "I... I love..." he stopped dead and looked down. He gulped down his champagne, hoping to spare himself any humiliation.
"I... think you're the most beautiful..." Calamity also halted his confession.
She met both their concerned faces. "Zhen why didn't vous say anything zooner? If vous are so in love with me, why were you both so quiet? Were vous ashamed?" Fifi growled, more upset than angry.
Furrball sighed and set down his glass on a nearby bookcase. He stepped next to the French beauty. He looked deep into her purple eyes. "You've given me so much already, Fifi. A place to live, shared your food with me. If I asked for your heart, I thought it'd be getting greedy." The feline finished by kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, Fifi la Fume," he whispered.
Fifi blushed and turned her head aside. She found Calamity directly on the other side of her. "Without a stripe, I was 'ze nerdy coyote' to you, Fifi. What chance could I have being with a goddess like you? And I knew Furrball was in love with you too. I couldn't hurt either of my friends like that." He gently kissed her on her other cheek. "I'm in love with you, Fifi. Even if you choose Furrball, I still love you," he said.
Fifi felt her own body quiver at being in the middle of two handsome males declaring their love for her. "F-Fifi wants to ask vous one more zing..." she whispered. She set her glass next to the boys' on the bookcase. Her now empty hands ghosted over their crotches, making them growl and purr together.
The tip of her tail snaked along the carpeted floor of her car. It pressed a secret button near the bottom of her backseat. A soft whirring noise filled the compact space. Furrball and Calamity watched as Fifi's backseat bed receded into the trunk only to be replaced by a medium sized circular mattress with a red comforter and several pillows of varying sizes.
Fifi nuzzled and nipped at both boys' blushing cheeks. In a husky whisper, she asked, "Will vous make love to me on zhis wonderful night?" She slid from between them to stand in front of the bed. Fifi held out her gloved hands. "Come to Fifi. Show moi how vous love me so!" she cooed.
As if in a trance, Furrball and Calamity slowly approached the purple polecat. They once more had her pressed between them. Fifi chirred and cooed as they ran their hands over her trembling frame. Furrball was the first to claim her red lips with his mouth. His raspy cat tongue rolled over her own. Calamity buried his red nose into her head-fur and sniffed. When Furrball broke the kiss, the coyote was quick to replace him. His canine tongue was smoother but wider. The skunkette internally moaned, imagining later possibilities. Furrball was nuzzling and kissing at her exposed neck.
"Oh... oh mon dieu!" she gasped.
"Do you really want this, darling?" asked Calamity, now joining the cat in nuzzling against her.
"You're in charge, angel," purred Furrball. "Tell us how to please you!" he whispered.
"Take me! Both of vous! Do with moi what you will!" she hissed. Four sets of fingers eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Furrball pulled down the zipper at her back. Fifi wriggled in place to help her paramours free her of her now too hot outfit. The garment pooled at her feet. The two males stared on with watering mouths. Underneath the dress, Fifi's white-furred bust strained against a red lace strapless bra with a subtle heart pattern running throughout. Her crotch was covered by a pair of matching panties. A dark stain had formed on the large heart covering her most precious treasure. A red and black nose both twitched at the subtle scent filling the room.
Fifi let out a squeal of delight as the canine and feline pounced and pushed her on her back onto the bed. She followed it up with a series of chirrs and giggles as the boys ran kisses all over her exposed body.
"Oh! Oh oui! Le sigh! Le pant!" she gasped. Fifi had her eyes closed and her hands over her head while the boys nuzzled and kissed her all over. A kiss from Furrball here, a lick from Calamity there, Fifi felt like she had gone to heaven. Her eyes shot open and she sat up. The cat and coyote both looked up at her in worry.
"Sorry, Fifi!" said Furrball. "D-did we go too far?"
"Yes, dearest! Forgive us..." Calamity begged.
Fifi only gave an impish grin. "Oui! Vous are both being unfair to Fifi! You've zeen her in her unmentionables, now it is time how you zay, to return ze favor!" Both boys blushed in embarrassment. They were still wearing their tuxedos! "Now, now, do not pout mes amours! Zhere will be plenty of ZHIS to go around after vous are in ze proper attire!" she laughed while waving her still-gloved hand over her flushed frame.
Nervously, Furrball and Calamity stood back on the floor while Fifi sat on the edge of the mattress. Her eyes shone and her tail waved eagerly in the air, waiting for the show to start. Slowly, the two males began taking off their clothes. First, their suit jackets hit the floor. Belts and shoes were pulled and kicked off.
As they began taking off their dress shirts, Fifi couldn't help but make commentary. "WOOO! Take it off!" she laughed. Her giggles stopped when the two males had their tops off. Her eyes went wide and a thin line of drool dripped from her chin. Furrball and Calamity both had the physique of trained runners. Neither was overly muscular, but slim and athletic. Furrball was a little wirier, but still attractive. Seeing her reaction made both males smile shyly. They began to unzip their trousers.
When the pairs of pants hit the floor, Fifi's jaw joined them. Furrball was wearing a pair of white boxer-shorts and Calamity a set of sky-blue briefs. However, Fifi couldn't take her purple peepers off the two tents the males had pitched for her.
The skunkette's eyes turned to hearts as she hopped from the bed to the floor. Fifi knelt in front of the boys, her mouth watering. The polecat felt like kid on Christmas morning. She quickly yanked off the last bits of clothing her friends had on and threw them across the room. Her joy swelled a thousand-fold when she saw her "gifts" unwrapped. Two erect penises bobbed in the air in front of her. Furrball's cock stood at almost ten-inches long and two inches thick. Calamity's was slightly smaller at nine-and-a-half inches long and an inch-and-a half thick. However, the coyote made up for it by boasting a thick knot at the base of his offering. Hanging below their shafts were a large pair of testicles. Each resting in a fuzzy scrotum matching their owners' fur pattern
"OOO LALA! Two succulent sausages for Fifi to sample!" she cried.
Before either of the males could do anything, Fifi pounced. Furrball yowled in pleasure as his aching member was taken into Fifi's warm, wet mouth. Calamity looked on a moment before his own eyes shut and a low growl escaped his mouth. Fifi's silk-covered hand pumped up and down his shaft.
"Oh... oh God! F-Fifi!" gasped Furrball. He ran his hand through her short, purple locks. Her head bobbed up and down his cock. Fifi murred in delight at feeling Furrball's flared head tease the back of her throat. A soft sucking soon came from the skunkette's mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin. Her tongue encircled the length of the feline's penis. There were no barbs, just smooth, sweet meat for Fifi to savor.
"So... so good!" moaned Calamity. He bucked in place as she stroked his ridged tool.
Fifi pulled off Furrball's dick and gave him a teasing lick from his balls to the tip of his pecker. "Kitty is sweet. Moi must sample ze desert dessert now!" she giggled. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed Calamity's penis now. Her other hand started jerking off Furrball in a rapid pace.
Calamity let out a soft howl when Fifi's tongue flickered over his pee slit. It grew louder the more his shaft went down her throat. His own paw joined the feline's in stroking her soft head-fur. Fifi's mouth briefly stopped when her chin reached the coyote's knot. The purple goddess would not be stopped. Her mouth widened and she pushed on.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Calamity groaned. Fifi had taken him, knot and all. Her hand had snaked around the grey male and squeezed his ass, keeping him from pulling away. Her other hand was a blur as it continued to pump Furrball's cock.
"Yeah, Fifi! Th-that feels so good! S-suck me! Oh Angel!" the duet from the boys rang out. Fifi pulled off Calamity and took him back into her hand.
"Fifi can't decide! Vous both taste so good!" she cried. She began pumping Furrball and Calamity's dicks in tandem. "Moi needs to taste her lovers together! Zhat is ze only way!" she laughed. Her gloved hands stroked both shafts rapidly now. Occasionally, her tongue would dart out to claim a bit of pre-cum from either male. The cat and coyote's moans and growls grew louder.
"Ah! AH! Fifi, I... I can't hold m-much longer!" moaned Furrball.
"Oh, dearest! I'm... I'm going to... if... if you keep...! AAAAHHH!" Calamity gasped.
"Zhat's it, give to Fifi! Time for HER to be sprayed!" the skunkette shouted. Her hands stopped and her mouth hung open wide, awaiting her reward.
"FFFFFFFIIIIIIIFFFFFFFIIIIIIII!" the males cried together. Both of their cocks erupted and Fifi's pristine face was soon coated by twin streams of salty goodness. Several large gobs of the boys' seed splashed in her mouth. A bit dripped from her cheeks and her head-fur. She released the two softening dicks and grinned. Furrball and Calamity stood above her and wobbled slightly. She took on a demure look as she licked herself clean.
"Mon dieu! Seems vous saved something special for Fifi as well!" she teased. The cat and canine both looked nervous.
"I... guess you could say that," answered Furrball. The cat nervously scratched his head.
"Yeah... um, Fifi? There's something..." Calamity trailed off. He rubbed the tips of his fingers together.
Fifi blushed herself. "Oh! Vous are both ze virgin?!" she exclaimed. The two males nodded, almost in shame.
The purple polecat stood and hugged Furrball and Calamity tight. She kissed their cheeks. "Zhat's good. So am moi. Fifi would be honored to share her first time with both of vous. Just... just be gentle with moi..." she said and she nuzzled against her pair of soon-to-be-lovers.
Once more, Fifi found herself laying on her back on the bed. Furrball and Calamity had resumed exploring her body with their hands, lips and noses. The skunkette bit her lips as she felt the pair leave trails of kisses from her lips, to her cheeks, down her neck and finally nibbling her shoulders.
The boys began pulling her long gloves from her arms, kissing more of her fur as it became exposed to the rapidly warming air of the Caddie. She giggled when her hands came free and her lovers starting sucking on her dainty fingers.
"Silly boys! Stop with ze hors d'oeuvres! Zhere is much more to taste!" she moaned. The feline and canine shared a knowing smirk as they tossed the skunkette's gloves over their shoulders.
Their eyes zeroed in on the heaving bosom of the goddess below them. Together, the males undid the heart-shaped clasp resting in the valley of her cleavage. Fifi's mounds came free with a bounce. Furrball and Calamity's eyes went wide and their mouths watered. The polecat's breasts were large and firm, covered by a snow-white fur that trailed down to between her legs. Capping off the pristine range were a matching pair of pink nipples.
The cat and coyote leaned down gently kissed the nips in front of them. A soft hiss came from Fifi. "More, mes amours! Zhey are for vous to worship!" she moaned. It turned into a loud cry of pleasure as the males began to suck and kiss all over Fifi's chest.
"Oui! Oh, mon dieu! Zh-zhat so gooooood!" she cooed. Fifi couldn't decide which was better. Calamity's broad tongue lapping at her breast or Furrball's raspy tongue teasing her areola. Her purple furred hands raked through the boys' head-fur, pushing them to take more of her.
"Drink... taste all of me, mes amours!" she moaned. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Fifi cried. Furrball's needle-like teeth and Calamity's sharp canine fangs brushed of her nipples. Her tail lashed the air and slapped the mattress. She bucked her hips on instinct while her lovers nursed from her heavy chest. Her hands strayed from the pair's heads to trail through the rough fur and firm muscles of their backs.
Freed, Furrball and Calamity brought up their heads. Fifi's teats came free with a soft pop!
"What do you think, my friend," asked a flushed Calamity. He leaned down to nuzzle Fifi's breast.
Furrball licked his lips. "Unbelievable, buddy!" He looked at the blushing beauty. "You're fantastic, Fifi!" he exclaimed. His thin tail wagged as he lowered his head down for more.
"M-merci..." hissed Fifi. "But zhere is still more to Fifi than her boobs!" The males nodded apologetically and left her sweet mounds. Fifi chirred and moaned while they went lower with their kisses. Her fingers tweaked her already hard nips as she felt them kiss along her slim waist. She cooed and giggled when she felt Furrball's tongue tease inside her navel.
Fifi hissed in anticipation when she felt them reach her flared hips. Her loins were burning. Her panties were soaked! "Almost..." she mentally screamed. Suddenly, she felt her lovers pull away.
The skunkette's eyes shot open and she rose slightly. Any protest died on her lips when she felt two pairs of hands rub her inner thighs. Her stockings were being slowly unpeeled from her elegant legs. Fifi fell back on the mattress and moaned.
"Ah! AHH! D-Do not tease moi! Please! Fifi is so horny! She needs vous to take moi!" The two males snickered together and continued to massage and kiss their way down her body. They removed her heels and set them aside. Finally, Fifi felt her stockings fall away. Calamity rubbed her now bare feet while Furrball kissed her toes.
The tip of Fifi's tail poked both boys on the head, making them look up. "Zhat's enough of zhat!" tittered Fifi. "Time for ze main event, oui?"
Smiling, Furrball and Calamity gave her purple toes a farewell kiss and positioned themselves over her crotch. Their eyes burned with a knowing hunger. Both growled from the musk rising from between her spread legs.
The coyote looked up at Fifi's flushed face. "Are you ready, darling?" he asked.
"Oui," she gasped. "Moi am ready..." The two males hooked their fingers into the waistband of her silky panties and pulled them down. They briefly clung to the polecat's moist petals. The thin material dragged along the smooth fur of her legs. When they were off, the cat and coyote held up their prize and sniffed the final barrier between them and the woman they loved. Fifi blushed and giggled as the two shared a low growl of arousal.
The males then looked down. Fifi's legs were spread wide. A light pink vertical slit was seen between the white fur of her crotch. The fur around it was slick and damp. A thin trickle of juices dripped from her core. Below it was slightly darker, puckered star. Her tail lightly slapped the mattress.
"Beautiful..." whispered Calamity.
"Incredible," Furrball said in a hush tone. They knelt before their goddess. Tentatively, they both stuck out their tongue, eager to sample the skunkette's essence.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Fifi screamed as two tongues lapped at her folds. Calamity's caressed her labia. Furrball was slightly above his companion, licking at her clit.
"OH! OHHHH! It is too much! Vous are driving moi mad!" Fifi squealed in rapture. The boys continued to lick at her sweetness.
Calamity ceased his actions, making Fifi chirr in regret. "Perhaps she has a point, Furrball. You okay with swapping?" His finger teased her dripping opening. "It IS a little tight," he joked.
Furrball nodded at the coyote, then turned his attention back to Fifi. A predatory glint was in the feline's eye as he crawled on all fours up the mattress. He lay against Fifi and took her breast in his paw. As he rolled the heavy mound in slow circles, he nuzzled and kissed her cheek.
"Are we doing good, Fif?" he asked.
"Oui, mon panther. Vous are doing so GGGGGOOOOOODDD!" Fifi closed her eyes and moaned. Calamity had resumed lapping at her cunny. Furrball took her nipple in his mouth and returned to nursing from her teat.
"OH! AAAHHHH! ZHIS... ZHIS INCREDIBLE! FIFI IS IN HEAVEN!" the skunkette moaned.
Calamity held her purple thighs apart and massaged them while he drank from her. His red nose brushed up against her clit. Her taste was incredible! "Should have spent more time chasing YOU, baby!" he thought.
Fifi's tail slapped the bed. She continued to moan and scream in ecstasy. "N-now it is kitty's turn, oui?" she called out. Wordlessly, the two males swapped places.
"And I was so close..." Calamity snarked as he lay aside the panting polecat.
Fifi giggled and licked a bit of herself off his lips. "Vous will have other times, mon MENSA man..." she purred. Her head went back and she began to thrash around. Furrball was now drinking at her nectar. Calamity chuckled, held Fifi in his arms and kissed her on the lips. Her hand shot down and palmed the canine's cock.
Calamity broke the kiss to yelp. Fifi's hand was a blur as she jerked his meat. Soon, his knot was swelled back to full size and eager to tie with the feisty French female.
"HHHHHMMMM!" came from between the polecat's spread legs. A bandaged tail waved in the air like a charmed snake. Furrball gave Fifi's flower short, deep licks with his sandpapery tongue. The moans and screams of his savior spurred him on. "If this is all a dream, please let me sleep forever!" he begged internally.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Fifi shrieked. Furrball pulled away with his mouth opened wide. A stream of juices splashed outward and he drank his fill. When the deluge ended, he poked his head up and licked his lips.
"Did vous get enough of French crème, mon ami?" laughed Calamity at the sight of Furrball's damp chin. The feline grinned and nodded.
"Do not worry, Calamity! Zhere is plenty to go around!" Fifi giggled. She dipped her fingers into her slit and swirled them around. She hissed, then brought up her damp digits. The coyote quickly licked them clean.
When he was done, Calamity kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you, Fifi. I can't blame Furrball for getting greedy!" he said while smacking his lips.
The skunkette sat up on the mattress and took both boys in her arms. "Vous are ze perfect partners! Moi is so lucky!" Furrball and Calamity returned the hug. "But ze foreplay is over, oui? It is time for us all to make love!" she announced.
The cat and coyote gave each other concerned looks. "Which one of us do you want first?" Furrball asked. They both pressed themselves tighter against her. Both were nervous over who would get to take the polecat's most precious gift.
Fifi's eyes narrowed and a mischievous grin spread across her muzzle. She grabbed Furrball and spun themselves around. The cat was tackled to the bed while Fifi straddled his waist.
"Neither, mon tigre!" she purred. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips. She looked over and saw Calamity kneeling a few inches away. His ears drooped and his hand pumped his softening cock. She laughed and waved the coyote over. "Do not pout, Calamity! Zhere is another place Fifi is ze virgin!" The skunkette flopped her tail to the side and wagged her rear high in the air. "Doesn't moi have ze cutest tush vous has ever seen?" she teased.
Calamity's mouth went dry and he stared at the white-furred buns. Fifi continued to laugh. She looked back down at Furrball. "Vous don't mind, do vous?" Furrball shook his head. "Zhen be ze good friend and help make room!"
Furrball's hands trailed down Fifi's curves to cup her backside. Once he had two handfuls of the fluffy ass-cheeks he spread her backdoor wide. Calamity got into position behind Fifi. "When you're ready, Fifi," he said.
"Oui..." she replied. The skunkette brought up her hips and aimed her slit over Furrball's waiting erection. "F-Fifi loves both of vous..." she whispered as she impaled herself on the cat's thick cock.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" the two toons moaned as they became one. It was quickly followed by another loud moan from behind. Calamity eased his knob into Fifi's rear.
"SACRÉ BLEU!" the skunkette screamed! The males both paused and waited. Fifi panted widely. "M-more, mes amours! F-Fifi needs vous! Sh-she h-has never b-been so FULL!" she cried. Furrball looked passed her to Calamity. They shared a nod and eased more of themselves into her tight tunnels. Fifi let out more cries and moans from her interior being stretched.
Fifi pressed her hips down to meet Furrball's. It was the cat's turn to moan in pleasure. "OH Fifi! Y-you're so TIGHT!"
Calamity winced as her anus tightened around his own rod. "F-Fifi! It... you... feel so GOOD!" He grabbed her hips and made a few thrusts with his hips. Fifi yelped in joy at being taken.
"A-are you ALL in me, C-Calamity?" she asked.
"A-almost dearest," the canine replied. His knot stopped just at her ring of anal muscles.
"Zh-zhen do it! I... I want both of you to all be in me! AH! AAAAAAAHHHH!" she begged before being cut off by Furrball moving his own hips against her.
Calamity closed his eyes and pushed forward. "Anything for you, love..." he gasped.
"YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" the trio screamed now that they were complete.
Fifi bounced up and down on Furrball while Calamity held a firm grip on her wide hips. Furrball's hands rolled Fifi's bouncing breasts, occasionally tweaking her nipples. Calamity pressed himself against her back. His hands left her hips to encircle her waist. His feet planted themselves on the mattress and his thrusts became quicker and shorter. He lightly bit her shoulder.
"OH! OH OUI! Zhat's it! Hump Fifi's ass! She is eager for her two studs!" the French female moaned. Furrball freed her mounds and replaced Calamity's hold on her hip. He thrust up into her love tunnel, his own orgasm on the verge of release.
"Oh gods! Yes! Oh Fifi! I... I love you!" the feline cried. The polecat's inner muscles squeezed in appreciation.
"F-Fifi loves you too! Oh F-Furrball! C-Calamity! Moi am close! Please! J-just a li-little more!" she cried. For several minutes the three shared moans, cries and gasps. The cat and coyote alternating in their rutting of their shared skunkette. Sometimes, Furrball would push forward while Calamity pulled back and vice-versa. Other times, they'd thrust and pull back in sync.
Soon, the boys were on their knees on the bed. Fifi was held in the air between them. Her feet were wrapped around Furrball's waist. Her tail was entwined with the cat's, making it all but useless. The two males were currently thrusting together into Fifi. Each was pressed against her cheeks.
"OUI! OUI! MOI IS CUMMING! C-CUM INSIDE FIFI! SHE NEEDS BOTH STUDS!" she screamed.
"RRRRREEEEE-OOOOOWWWWWW!" yowled Furrball. It was quickly followed by a long howl from Calamity. Together, their cocks erupted into the thrashing, screaming form of Fifi!
Both were drowned out by a feminine voice shouting "VIVA L'MOUR!" across all of Acme Acres. Fifi went limp as she felt both her holes being pumped full of salty cream.
"Vous were magnifique!" Fifi said drowsily. She lay between the spent forms of Furrball and Calamity. Her head rested on the feline's chest while the canine spooned her from behind.
"Hmmmm," purred Furrball. "You were amazing, Fifi. Thank you." Cal silently agreed while nuzzling tighter against her.
"Merci. Fifi has never felt so loved in her life!" the skunkette said. "Any chance after graduation, vous might like a third on vous' road trip? Ze thought of a ménage à trois across ze country is already getting moi in ze mood!"
"Anything for you, angel," said Furrball.
"Just give us a few hours to recover, you insatiable skunkette!" Calamity said before all three curled up into a gentle, contented sleep.
The End
